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and shoulder, he folded a corner of his napkin to wipe it away.
    “Holden, dear, where are you?” Sabrina’s voice dripped with something that made Holden feel squirmy.
    “The Sweet Hut. Having lunch with Vaughn.”
    “Super. You’re all fed and ready to fly then?”
    “As always.”
    “Wonderful. Get here ASAP. I need you to fly to San Diego and pick up some execs.”
    “Roger that.”
    “Love when you talk pilot, Holden. It makes me hot all over.”
    Holden cleared his throat, grateful his buddy couldn’t hear Sabrina. She never came on to Holden in front of Vaughn, because she was well aware of his plan or his game or whatever. But when it was just she and Holden—and he tried to minimize those occurrences—she piled on the innuendos. If Holden didn’t love his laid-back schedule and flying the company’s King Air 350i so much, he’d probably have quit a long time ago over Sabrina’s…her…well, her harassment.
    “We’re on our way, Sabrina.” Holden hung up and gathered his trash. “C’mon. San Diego beckons.”
    “Cool. Are we flying Sabrina?” Hope laced Vaughn’s features. He loved when he could trap Sabrina aboard the plane and attempt to dazzle her with his flying prowess. She always pretended to be fascinated, and Holden supposed that said something about her not being a total shrew. Then she’d make some quiet comment as she was getting off the plane—a comment only Holden could hear, one usually involving his genitals and what she wanted to do with them—and he’d be reminded she was a shark. A horny one.
    “No. Just a pick up of execs.” Holden led Vaughn deliberately by the counter so Mara could get one last look at him, then opened the door. Outside the air was steamy. Another Texas summer afternoon.
    Luckily, after some uncomfortable moments in Sabrina’s presence, Holden would escape the heat by spending the afternoon flying to California. Unfortunately, the heat and more uncomfortable moments would be waiting for him when he got back. They always were. 

Chapter Two
     
    Johanna reviewed her “To Do” list and decided she would finish sketching out the dandelion-and-noose logo for the weed pulling business, make business cards for two other designs she’d finished, and tackle some updates to a website she’d created for a local romance author. That was enough to keep her busy well into the afternoon.
    As she shuffled out of her office to refill her coffee cup in the kitchen, she peeked into Kam’s room. He was sitting in the middle of his floor with Legos scattered around him, which didn’t come as any surprise. The kid would build with the blocks in his sleep if he could manage it. He’d no doubt grow up to be an architect based on the way he constructed houses, buildings, castles, and space stations out of Legos. Many of his creations were on display throughout the farmhouse not to mention the stray Legos Johanna was always picking up with and shaking out of the vacuum.
    “Morning, Kam.” She leaned against the threshold of his room.
    “Hey, Mom.” Kam held up a piece of white paper. “Check this one out.”
    Johanna stepped into the room and took the paper. A blueprint of what appeared to be a fire station was sketched onto the paper in dark pencil. Kam had even drawn a Dalmatian sitting by a fire hydrant.
    “Ah, today’s project.” Johanna handed the drawing back to Kam. The kid had his own version of a “To Do” list. She never had to worry about him being bored.
    “Well, it’s raining out, so I thought I’d get started on this.” He was already digging furiously in the big bin containing his Lego collection. Despite the creations he hadn’t disassembled yet—many of them quite large—Kam still had a ton of blocks left in the bin to work with. Somehow the bin multiplied overnight and he had no repeat sets. He and Johanna actually kept a list so they wouldn’t buy sets he already owned.
    “Your grandfather should be over shortly,” Johanna